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Luna’s POV

I opened one of the journals that I’d gotten upon my request to scribble down my thought for the day, but I soon found out that it it was already full of writings. Angrily, I slammed it shut and opened another journal to check if it still had empty pages, but it didn't either so I flung it across the room in anger.

Again, I reached for another and flipped the pages, and luckily I’d found a few empty pages that I hadn't scribbled on already. Honestly, that was good for me and everyone in my immediate surrounding because I had every intention to scream and cry out annoyingly like I’d always done when I didn't get what I wanted and I required the attention of the guards.

Naturally, I was very irritable when things didn't go my way, but with a child growing inside me every second, my hormones were through the roof and I was much more irritable than usual to everyone’s horror.

And since I’d been holed up in these forbidden chambers as a prisoner, my only companions had been maid